2007 Form Challenges
#18 English Quintain

This is a popular form of Quintain having no set measure or foot and has a rhyming scheme of a. b. a. b. b.
The fields we have planted
Have ripened slowly to a golden husk.
Soon they will be harvested.
The air will be rich with wheaten musk
Then once more the field will return to dust.

Ryter Roethicle

The Quintain is an excellent base to work from for any longer poem (for example ballads). Two stanza, and we have a Sonnetina Cinque and several poets have added two couplets to two quintains in various ways and made a sonnet, although three Quintains could still qualify as a sonnet (with a tail).


English Quintain
Challenge Replies

Maryse Achong

The Survey

Lorainne Dafney

Busy Bees

Ryter Roethicle

Claire de Lune
Love Dreams
Magic
Quiescence
Starting with a kiss

Leny Roovers

Rotterdam 1940
Touching
Watching
Winter Birds

Dinah Serritelli

Images

Nicola Wynter

Brownie



Maryse Achong

Thankfulness

I made a list the other day,
No ‘to do’ list this I might add,
But rather an attempt to weigh
The pros and cons, the good and bad
My reasons to be joyful, sad.

The list was long I must confess
It was not easy to prepare;
As I attempted to assess
My position, it became clear
I am quite happy t’would appear.

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Lorainne Dafney

Busy Bees

In fields of gold below the sky
bees live and work in harmony
pollinating crops when they fly
thanks to their generosity
come celebrate each days bounty.

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Ryter Roethicle

Claire de Lune

The moonlight shines on singing waters
A chorus repeated by humming stones
In a composition of competing meters
That brings peace to my stressed bones
On hearing a piano’s soft sensuous tones.

Feeling the presence of those supple fingers
And under the spell of each nights moon
There is always the wish for it to linger
For tis not hard for two souls to attune
As nightly this music flows in the room.

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Love Dreams

Dreaming of the romance of this night
Dark blue skies, form a stars back drop
The beauty, the lure of the full moonlight.
Sitting on a seawall at some exotic stop
Barely touching as love slowly develops

Magically, soft, wet lips, light our fuse
Senses lost giving in to our feelings
Touching, surrender, as control we lose
Naked bodies, our senses reeling
Opening, giving, nothing concealing

In turn offering ourselves in love
Now with no thoughts of self or same
Becoming a pure, loving treasure trove
And with that love I cry your name
We have created an everlasting flame.

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Magic

No more is it the time of magic, its now of men
Merlin and all his kin have left the stage and sleep
Slumbering in their cave awaiting until when
Once more they must emerge from sleep so deep
Working spells, as evil from the land they sweep

Then once again in battle we will see the way
The strength of arm with sword, or axe and shield,
Again the mighty kings must field and fight the fey
And blow for blow, and spell for spell, or yield
For in the end the weaker magic will lose the field.

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Quiescence

The sky is dark outside but I see your eyes
Shining brighter than any star could ever,
To me, it will never ever be a surprise.
Finally I am glad that you did discover
At last, that we will be together forever.

Outside the night creatures create their sounds
Whilst we mortals inside have made our own.
Now in satient state listen to feathered clowns
Smiling, realising how, close we have grown
And thankful also for their friendly drone.

Finally the world is still as we slumber
Even the avian’s outside contribute nought.
Mortals such as we sleep and remember
In our dreams all that tonight has bought
Probably everything in Eternity we sought.

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Starting With A Kiss

“Should I kiss thee?” I think looking into your eyes
Knowing what we have started can never end.
Knowing that with the kiss and loving sighs
Our love will be forever, never need to mend,
Starting with a kiss as now upwards we ascend.

I have kissed thee, and looked into your eyes
Now what has happened I hope never ends
For I know thy kisses and thy loving sighs
Forever, loving, and never needing amends,
Starting with a kiss as now upwards we ascend.

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Leny Roovers

Rotterdam 1940

As cruel hands pull out your beating heart,
its arteries no longer bear your blood.
Your body crumples when your soul must part-
another life is smothered in its bud.
All red is rinsed away in heaven’s flood.

Once you stood proud, your arms embraced the world,
but envious eyes shot poisoned darts your way;
your strength grew weaker as more bombs were hurled
and it was clear you wouldn’t see the day.
Why does the end of love sets off to betray?

An empty shell raises his arms up high,
it all began when death turned black our sky.

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Touching

Grey covers of fat clouds obscure the Sun,
his rays of light and warmth can't reach my land,
while days get shorter since summer's brief run.
In long winter months his touch has been banned,
I miss his comfort and caressing hand.

A small strip of light for just a few hours,
is all the solace now left for my soul;
there is no pleasure from spring's bright flowers
as they lay dormant, in seasons' control,
awaiting their key to play a new role.

For four long months these stifling blankets shroud
Sun's face- his warm embrace is not allowed.

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Watching

There is a silent watcher in my mind,
investigating every wisp of thought.
Among the bits and pieces that he finds
are faded threads of dreams, no longer sought-
once brought to light, they vanish into naught.

As breath flows in, my chest expands with air;
each cavity is filled with living force
while outward sighs give birth to silent prayer.
I am connected to my inner source,
In deep surrender I now trust Thy course.

Enveloped by clear consciousness I rest,
in confidence I'll one day pass Thy test.

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Winter Birds

Amidst red finches and blue tits,
my solitary robin waits;
capped bramblings search for favoured bits,
greenfinches scurry with their mates
as friend blue jay samples spilt dates.

Bold jackdaws chase green parakeets,
swinging from long peanut chains;
newcomers in our cities’ streets,
they’ve taken over parks and plains-
competing now with beaks and brains.

My lonely robin still awaits
sweet reuniting with its mate.
All summer long they were a pair,
yet wintertime they cannot share.

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Dinah Serritelli

Images

I smile at the images that fill my head
Sitting comfy cozy in my favorite chair,
Through my memory maze I softly tread
My mind roaming from here to there
Shuffling around with nary a care

I’ll keep the good…discard the bad
Shred the thoughts that made me cry
Living with regrets is just way to sad
Better to leave the sleeping dogs lie,
Why? I’d rather be happy…that’s why.

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Nicola Wynter

Brownie

"You need much help dearest lass."
Says the tawny good elf lad,
So he puts the wine glass
In front of her to make glad
Her sorrowed eyes, no more sad.

He set about her old home
Like a train passing through night
And left a trail of gnomes
To guard her treasures right
And cleaned away the dirt in sight.

Now the lass is smiling fine
To find her home clean in time
For the lad that came to call
To win her hearts treasure all.

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